These clock's hands
like the uneven oars of...

It is so undeniable that the older I get
the more time spreads on my skin...

I was lost in you
then I lost you...

O the tiniest flower!
lost in the vastness...

I was blank on the apple bough of adolescence,
epitome of youth...

Let me land beside you
beautiful butterfly...

We shall be forgotten
but our love will remain...

These needs that I am chasing all my life
shackle me to myself...

Worship Him in the temple of beauty
in all places...

Under the window
of an unknown beloved...

Our nakedness is not as deluding as our attires.
Love is a nude self-recognition...

Absolute
is the silence of a canvas...